Date: Sun, 16 Feb 2014 08:57:48 +0100 From: Amy Redek Subject: Me, Carol and Raoul. Part nine. Please support Nifty with a donation to be able to continue stories for you to read. The story is for those of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad will be answered. Part ten. We had our two seats near the read end of the plane and I told Carol that though the flight time was eight hours, by the clock, it would be thirteen hours due to the time difference, The reverse of what it seemed from leaving London. We would be flying east so with us taking off at five p.m., our arrival time in England would be six a.m. We buckled up our seat belts before the light came on to tell us just that and noted that the plane was full again. The cabin door was finally closed and the plane moved off away from the terminal to trundle down to the far end of the runway and the tannoy crackled and a voice come out from the cockpit. `Welcome ladies and gentlemen to flight Lyon 206. We'll be taking off in a moment or two for London. A flying speed will be 250 miles an hour at a height of 23,000 feet and will arrive at London at six a.m.' I gave Carol a smile with me being correct in our flight time. `Drinks will be served once we are at our flying height by our Stewardess Sally. After which, dinner will be served. Enjoy the flight.' `What did I tell you,' I said to Carol with a smirk. `Smartass!' was the reply. Carol then turned to the window to see the plane turn out onto the runaway and when the engines fired up to full power, she gripped my hand as the plane then shot down the runaway and soared up into the sky. The speed and angle of the plane forced you back into your seat with it being tilted at about forty five degrees but only for a minute or two before it levelled off and Sally then brought out the drinks trolley from the miniscule pantry. This didn't take long to serve everybody and was soon then wheeling the trolley out with dinner, her having asked earlier which of the two choices we wanted. It was obvious that the meals came from the hotel they were that delicious and we soon had eaten ours and both had coffee afterwards. When this was all cleared away, Sally came up to where we were sitting. `It is Mr. Turpin sir?' she asked of me. Yes I replied. `Your cabin is ready if you would like to retire now.' `Thank you Sally. Yes please.' `Cabin?' queried Carol. `We're on a plane not a boat.' `Come and see,' I said as I got out from my seat and took hold of her hand and followed Sally to the rear end of the plane where she opened the door for us. I thanked her as I pushed Carol inside and closed the door behind me. `A fucking flying bed!' she exclaimed. `Exactly that,' I chuckled at her wording of the cabin. `It's ours all the way to London.' `Oh you darling you,' she said on turning round and kissing me before throwing herself onto the bed. `Take a picture of me on the bed,' she said. It was something that I had intended to do in the first place for that was why I had carried my camera with me. `Wait! Wait a minute,' Carol cried and quickly stripped herself to be naked before laying back on the bed. `Get the window in the frame too,' she said, opening her legs and had a big smile on her face as I took a picture. `Now let me take one of you now,' she said, getting up from the bed and taking the camera from me so that I could undress. This I quickly did and because I had known what we would be doing, had a massive erection and as I laid myself down on the bed, held it upright as she took a picture of me. Putting the camera to one side, she was quickly up on the bed and straddled my hips and by holding my cock upright, she was able to sink down on it till she was sitting on my thighs, her muscles squeezing my throbbing cock. `This is great!' she cried. `I can see the clouds way below us,' as she moved herself up and down on me. I took hold of her tits and squeezed them, hoping she would have her orgasm quickly for I didn't think I could take much more of her bouncing up and down on me without me cumming inside her. But I was lucky for she soon had her hands covering mine to squash her tits even harder as she thrashed about on top of me and had she had her release with me then letting go and giving her my cum at the same time. I loved it too when she then would suck on my steaming cock and clean it up before coming up to lie on top of me as we kissed. `My husband. My lover. My Dick with his big dick, I love you,' she said between kisses. `I love you too wife! You, well we both, are now members of the Mile High Club,' I said. `What's that when it's alive?' she asked. `It's a club of people who have had sex in an aeroplane that is high in the sky, being over a mile high from the earth,' I explained. `But we're at least three miles high now,' she said, and I had to laugh. `That doesn't matter. It's just that you are over one mile is enough,' I said. `Well it's not enough for me to only do it once. As it's about three miles, I want us to do it another twice before we land,' Carol said. So we did. Once more before going off to sleep and once more before landing. We were woken up by the phone next to the bed with Sally saying that breakfast was about to be served and we would be landing in an hour. I told her that we wouldn't be wanting breakfast but would be out well before we landed. That was when Carol and I had sex again before using the small shower cubicle that the bedroom had, one just enough room for one person at a time before we were finally washed and got dressed to return to the cabin and our seats in time to be belted up before the plane landed. We could feel that the plane was descending, for our ears popped and in the pale light of dawn. Could see us over land and soon landing at Heathrow Airport. `Welcome to England,' the tannoy crackled out. `We hope you enjoyed the flight and hope to see you again in the near future.' `Brr. It feels cold here,' Carol said as we disembarked down the steps. `Especially after all that sun we've had.' `Well we'll warm ourselves up in bed when we get home,' I told her. `But I'm not tired,' she replied, `having slept on the plane.' `Who said anything about sleeping,' I grinned at her. `Oooh, you lovely man,' she said, hugging my arm as we then entered the airport proper. We had to wait to go through passport control where we then had to wait some more for a little while until our bags came round on the carousel for us to take off the moving belt to then leave the airport to take one of the waiting taxi's to take us home. With it now being almost seven in the morning, we got caught up in the many cars moving into the city to work, so it was nearly an hour before we got out of the taxi to enter our house. `It's nice to be back home, but I would have liked to have stayed longer on our beach,' she said, kissing me. `Thank you for a lovely honeymoon darling.' I picked up our two suitcases and started to go upstairs. `Do you want breakfast first or later?' she asked, following me up. `After darling. I want to see your lovely brown body on our bed sheets,' I said. `I hope it's more than seeing,' she said behind me, and then goosing me, making me almost trip over the top step. `Don't do that. My name's not John. Would you like to be John?' I asked as we entered the bedroom. `No bloody way! You nearly killed the bastard with the cock you've got. I'll take it in the normal place,' Carol said as she started to take her clothes off. `What about unpacking the case?' I asked. `Fuck the cases. They can wait, I can't,' she replied flinging the last piece of clothing to one side and got onto the bed. I gave out a big sigh and took my clothes of as if I was reluctant to do so, but my erect cock said otherwise when it was freed from my underpants. `Now that is a sight to behold,' Carol said as she opened her arms and legs for to get in between both at the same time. Which I did, and so we fucked on our own bed this time and both thoroughly enjoyed the session we had between us, and it wasn't long before we were both asleep again. We really only had about three hours sleep on the plane, so this made up for the lost sleep and woke up to have our breakfast and lunch at the same time. Brunch that is called when you have both meals at the same time. `Today is Friday,' I said as we ate. `Shouldn't you have gone to the university today?' `Nope. I told them that I wouldn't be back until this coming Monday. So you will be having me for the whole weekend,' and grinned at the way she had worded it. I'm glad now that she had asked me to marry her, for she had completely rejuvenated me to feel like I was a twenty year old boy again, and quite capable to having her over the weekend. I just loved stroking that lovely brown body, especially her tits and then sticking my cock inside her for, not only my release but have her bucking beneath me as she had her orgasms. Mind you, it was somewhat of a relief when Monday came round and she went off to work to give me time to recuperate my strength. I can't remember if I've told you what she did at the university. She taught English to young people from the Middle East. Most of them spoke Farsi, which she could speak as well as several Arabic dialects, which helped them, well some of them to return to their own country to then teach English to the children there. Quite a few of them, she told me, were sons and daughters of Embassy people which would enable them to assist their father's in his position at work. It was on Tuesday while having dinner that Carol spoke of one of her students. His name was Raoul and he came from Kuwait. His father was a deputy minister of the Ministry of Oil and part owner of an oil company and so she had told him of the many years I worked with an oil company in Saudi Arabia. He wanted to meet me after what Carol had told him about me, for he was quite lonely here in England she said. He lived in a hostel and because he was not really up in his English yet, that he hadn't really found anyone who he could talk to. She wanted my permission to bring him home one night for dinner so that he could talk to us knowing that I too, like Carol, could speak Arabic. I saw no harm in this so agreed. I didn't expect her to bring him home the next evening. We greeted each other in the Arabic fashion with salaams and cottoned on straight away that he was gay. I'd seen many of them in Saudi, walking hand in hand together and how they spoke to each other. He looked to be about twenty years old and found out later that I was correct in this assumption and I think he enjoyed having dinner with us, speaking his language, both of us familiar with the oil industry. He thanked us both after dinner before he said his goodbye and with Carol saying that he could come again next week, was most voluble in his thanks as he accepted the offer. What I didn't know, was that he and Carol would often have lunch together in the university's canteen and she told him quite a lot about me. He had then confessed to her that he was gay and that it had been a long time since he'd had any kind of sex with another male. She then told him of what had happened on our honeymoon, that is between me and John and she said that his eyes had literally sparkled when he was told that I had liked having my cock sucked. So on the Wednesday evening when he was having dinner with us, the conversation was a bit stilted between us. Me knowing what Carol had said to him about me and vice versa. Things came to a head as we had coffee in the lounge. `Er, Mr. Turpin, er, I mean Dick,' for I had already told him that he could call me Dick. `Er, Mrs. Turpin, er, Miss Carol, said, that...that you liked having your cock sucked.' Carol was out in the kitchen when he said this. `And...and it has been many months since I sucked on one. Would...would you be offended if I asked if you would let me do it to you?' He kept stuttering as he asked this, looking quite embarrassed in the asking, though it seemed to be a plea I could see in his eyes. With him asking this of me, had started my cock to become aroused inside my trousers. `Raoul. I'm not offended and I think that I would enjoy you doing this to me,' I said. All this talk had been in Arabic and it was a bit more flowery in the asking. I then pulled the zipper down of my trouser front and had a bit of a problem of getting my cock out, but out it came to be sticking up at an angle, his eyes wide at now seeing it. `Good heavens!' he exclaimed, following up with more in his language. The nearest I could get of the Arabic he was saying was, `I haven't seen one as big as that! You really are an endowed man,' and he slipped off the sofa and came and knelt down between my legs. His eyes were shining as he looked at it and I saw his hand tremble as he took hold of me. `A man above all men,' he sighed as he licked his lips before opening his mouth and took the head of my cock into the heat that was inside. He was an expert. He roused me up quicker than John had done and I leaned my head back at the pleasure at the way he tongued and sucked on me, and before I closed my eyes, saw Carol watching from the kitchen as Raoul worked on my throbbing cock. His hand was firmly holding my cock as he moved it up and down as he squeezed it, his tongue exciting the G string as he suck and I soon gave him my cum in short sharp bursts, filling his mouth as he kept on moving his hand on my cock until there wasn't any more left for him to have. I felt the extra suction on my cock as he swallowed my cum, only to then carry on licking the head until he felt my cock soften a little. `Man! That is some powerful cum you can generate. It was lovely. Thank you for letting me pleasure you this way,' he said, sitting back on his heels, licking his lips. `It's been a long time since I've been able to do that and yours is the biggest I've ever had in my mouth and the best tasting cum too.' `I thank you Raoul, for that is the best head that I've ever had. Any time you want me, well the next time you come round for dinner, we can do the same', I said to him, smiling as I put my cock back inside my trousers. Raoul got up from the floor and went and sat back down on the sofa just as Carol came into the lounge, a big smile on her face. `Well that's the washing up done. Did you enjoy dinner tonight Raoul?' she asked of him. `Yes Miss Carol. I've really enjoyed this evening. I would deem it a pleasure to come again,' he said, giving out a girlish giggle with what he had just said. `I think Dick would like that too,' she said with a smile. There was small talk for a little while longer before we said our goodbyes in the Arabic fashion and when the door was closed after he had left, Carol turned to me. `Well? Is he a good cock sucker?' she asked, smiling at me. `Yes. Much better than John and just as good as you darling,' I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her. `Did you enjoying watching?' `You saw me then?' `Yes. Next week you can sit next to me and see him do it properly,' I said. `He might not like having me watch him sucking on you,' she replied. `Would you like to watch?' `Of course I would.' `Well I'll tell him that if he doesn't like the idea, then it's no sucking. Simple as that. Let's see if he will.' With that, we went upstairs to bed and when I was ready, we had sex and I had her sucking on me after I pulled out and got wet kisses from her as well as a taste of my own cum in the process. * It was her hand gently moving up and down on my morning erection that woke me up. `I love this cock of yours first thing in the morning. So hard and solid and feeling your heart beating as it throbs. So much so that I want it inside me. Come on Dick, I know you want to put it inside me too,' she said, pushing the bed sheet right down and rolling over onto her back. I can't help but loving to look at her lithe body lying like she was. Brown as a berry with that beautiful smile on her face, her tits two perfect round orbs with the nipples hard on top. Her legs opened as I propped myself up on an elbow, inviting me to put my throbbing cock in between them. It was something she loved and I loved it too, moving in between those slender legs and having my cock slide so easily up into the warmth of her inner body. Moving up until our pubes met, her muscles constantly flexing themselves round the shaft and her arms coming round my back. It didn't take much effort to rise up onto my elbows and look down at her smiling face as I began to move myself inside her. I love you, she mouthed and bent my head to kiss her, feeling her legs rise up against my sides as I ploughed her meadow. Some of her juices coating my cock like oil round a piston and not having any friction as it moved smoothly in that tunnel of love. But with my balls steadily banging against the cheeks of her bum, the seed inside was becoming agitated and wanted release and so I was soon really humping myself on top of her as she squeezed my cock as best she could with her muscles till I cummed inside her, she giving out little squeals of delight as she felt it. This I loved, cumming inside her and having her pull me down to squash those lovely tits as we kissed, my spent cock still throbbing away inside her. This was my daily morning exercise for I was breathing heavily as though I had just run a mile, and loved every moment of it. Needless to say that when I did finally pull out of her, I had her sucking on my cock, squeezing out any cum left behind and licking her own juices off of it. We then, with it being Thursday, her not having to go to the university, stayed in bed, kissing and stroking each other until I was again raised up to battle strength. She wanted a sixty niner, and so I rolled over onto my back and had her move round to be upside down above me and had her take the head of my cock into her mouth as she lowered her pussy down onto mine. I had learned quite early in doing this to have my hands up under her thighs to prevent her suffocating me as she pressed herself down onto my mouth, my tongue doing most of the work inside her pussy. With my tongue, I was able to raise her clit up into a hard bud and by mashing my face into her quim, I was able to use my teeth on it thereby bringing her up to having her orgasm. Of course, as soon as she began bucking herself up and down on my face, I let go and gave her my cum at the same time. As she had sucked on me and took my cum into her mouth, her face was clean as opposed to mine which was covered in her coming, but at least she licked me clean of her juices when we had finished our sixty nine session. We didn't get dressed after our shower and stayed naked all day, Carol doing everything she could to keep arousing me so that we could have sex in various places in the house. On the dining table, the coffee table, a hardback chair and including a knee trembler. You name it, we did it which exhausted me that much that as soon as it became night time, I was soon asleep with her cuddling me. With her really draining me that day, the following morning was a rare one for me not to have an erection, which rather miffed her at me not being able to service her. Really, I was glad when she left to go to the university after breakfast, which gave me some rest from fucking her. I spent the whole day putting our honeymoon pictures onto my computer and then playing with them and making some kind of love story to go with each picture and of the ones that were like a small movie and put the finished product onto a CD. After dinner that evening, I put it on the television and we had sex on the carpet as she watched this film and had two orgasms to my one whilst watching it. Over the weekend, I was able to contain us to only having sex four times a day so as not to exhaust me again, and it wasn't long before Wednesday came round with her coming home with Raoul. He was bubbling with excitement that he would be sucking on my cock after dinner and found out that Carol had already told him that she was going to watch and also that I would suck on him. *